Paul had apparently been well-coached in how to ingratiate himself with the Korean audience, striking a cute pose at the end of each song (this is such a common practice here that there's even a word for it - aegyo), and mixing quite a bit of impressively intelligible Korean in his inter-song patter, which was simultaneously subtitled on the giant screens either side of the stage together with images of the otherwise miniscule star.When I booked my ticket a few months ago, I had thought the concert was being held in the Olympic Gymnasium, a place I which generally avoid but where I had a long-distance view of Dylan a few years ago. As it turned out, this one was in the main stadium. A light rain started at about the same time as the concert, and the audience sitting in the playing field were issued with white plastic raincoats, giving them the appearance of ghostly monks from my seat high in the stands.As for the show itself, I have to say it was quite magnificent, from the opening with Eight Days a Week to the finish more than 2 and a half hours later, which i caught as I was heading out to catch the last subway. Most of the songs were from Beatles days, but there were a good number from post-Beatles, including two from Paul's latest album, which a lot of the audience obviously knew. I don't know who the band were, but naturally, they were excellent. I'd heard some reports of the dodgy state of Paul's voice, but to me it sounded fine throughout. A lot of my own enjoyment he show came from being in the middle of such an enthusiastic audience. 45,000 people singing along with Hey Jude, Obladi Oblada and Let It Be I found to quite a moving experience. At one point, someone asked me where I was from. "England? You must be proud!" I suppose I was a bit.